Give a f*ck about your pride, ain't nobody real as I
Flaw ass people telling lies, deep inside I know they plotting on me
I got people in them trenches, look how we livin'
Now I ball on everyone who left me on the benches
The back door by the kitchen, I saw em' jumpin' fences
Seem like he on a mission, he been runnin' up digits
Tell em' I gotta get it, tell em' I gotta get it
Tell em' I gotta get it, he tryna run up digits
I asked them to keep it real, but see they went and did the opposite
I told them not to lie to me, everything I do they copy it
Ain't nobody I met realer than me, triller than me
Ain't nobody comin' out the gump that's gon' be bigger than me, You feel me?
That money, it do the healin'
Tell me, do you know the feeling when all your niggas drivin' Benz's, now them bitches pay attention
See us ride without a ceilin', now she wanna touch my pendant
Where was all them bitches at when Young Guala was scrapin' pennies?
But who am I? You decide, ain't nobody real as I
I been the shit since junior high, they cross me out like crucify
I told my brother keep that nine in case some niggas out of line
But I been married to that money, with a best man on my side
Ain't nobody real as I
Give a f*ck about your pride, ain't nobody real as I
Flaw ass people tellin' lies, deep inside I know they plottin' on me
I got people in them trenches, look how we livin'
Now I ball on everyone who left me on a benches
The back door by the kitchen, I saw em' jumpin' fences
Seem like he on a mission, he been runnin' up digits
Tell em I gotta get it, tell em I gotta get it
Tell him I gotta get it, he tryna run up digits
Give a f*ck about your pride, ain't nobody real as I
Flaw ass people tellin' lies, deep inside I know they plottin' on me
I got people in them trenches, look how we livin'
Now I ball on everyone who left me on a benches
The back door by the kitchen, I saw em' jumpin' fences
Seem like he on a mission, he been runnin' up digits
Tell em I gotta get it, tell em I gotta get it
Tell him I gotta get it, he tryna run up digits
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Give a f*ck about your pride, ain't nobody real as I
Flaw ass people telling lies, deep inside I know they plotting on me
I got people in them trenches, look how we livin'
Now I ball on everyone who left me on the benches
The back door by the kitchen, I saw em' jumpin' fences
Seem like he on a mission, he been runnin' up digits
Tell em' I gotta get it, tell em' I gotta get it
Tell em' I gotta get it, he tryna run up digits
I asked them to keep it real, but see they went and did the opposite
I told them not to lie to me, everything I do they copy it
Ain't nobody I met realer than me, triller than me
Ain't nobody comin' out the gump that's gon' be bigger than me, You feel me?
That money, it do the healin'
Tell me, do you know the feeling when all your niggas drivin' Benz's, now them bitches pay attention
See us ride without a ceilin', now she wanna touch my pendant
Where was all them bitches at when Young Guala was scrapin' pennies?
But who am I? You decide, ain't nobody real as I
I been the shit since junior high, they cross me out like crucify
I told my brother keep that nine in case some niggas out of line
But I been married to that money, with a best man on my side
Ain't nobody real as I
Give a f*ck about your pride, ain't nobody real as I
Flaw ass people tellin' lies, deep inside I know they plottin' on me
I got people in them trenches, look how we livin'
Now I ball on everyone who left me on a benches
The back door by the kitchen, I saw em' jumpin' fences
Seem like he on a mission, he been runnin' up digits
Tell em I gotta get it, tell em I gotta get it
Tell him I gotta get it, he tryna run up digits
Give a f*ck about your pride, ain't nobody real as I
Flaw ass people tellin' lies, deep inside I know they plottin' on me
I got people in them trenches, look how we livin'
Now I ball on everyone who left me on a benches
The back door by the kitchen, I saw em' jumpin' fences
Seem like he on a mission, he been runnin' up digits
Tell em I gotta get it, tell em I gotta get it
Tell him I gotta get it, he tryna run up digits
Flaw ass people telling lies, deep inside I know they plotting on me
I got people in them trenches, look how we livin'
Now I ball on everyone who left me on the benches
The back door by the kitchen, I saw em' jumpin' fences
Seem like he on a mission, he been runnin' up digits
Tell em' I gotta get it, tell em' I gotta get it
Tell em' I gotta get it, he tryna run up digits
I asked them to keep it real, but see they went and did the opposite
I told them not to lie to me, everything I do they copy it
Ain't nobody I met realer than me, triller than me
Ain't nobody comin' out the gump that's gon' be bigger than me, You feel me?
That money, it do the healin'
Tell me, do you know the feeling when all your niggas drivin' Benz's, now them bitches pay attention
See us ride without a ceilin', now she wanna touch my pendant
Where was all them bitches at when Young Guala was scrapin' pennies?
But who am I? You decide, ain't nobody real as I
I been the shit since junior high, they cross me out like crucify
I told my brother keep that nine in case some niggas out of line
But I been married to that money, with a best man on my side
Ain't nobody real as I
Give a f*ck about your pride, ain't nobody real as I
Flaw ass people tellin' lies, deep inside I know they plottin' on me
I got people in them trenches, look how we livin'
Now I ball on everyone who left me on a benches
The back door by the kitchen, I saw em' jumpin' fences
Seem like he on a mission, he been runnin' up digits
Tell em I gotta get it, tell em I gotta get it
Tell him I gotta get it, he tryna run up digits
Give a f*ck about your pride, ain't nobody real as I
Flaw ass people tellin' lies, deep inside I know they plottin' on me
I got people in them trenches, look how we livin'
Now I ball on everyone who left me on a benches
The back door by the kitchen, I saw em' jumpin' fences
Seem like he on a mission, he been runnin' up digits
Tell em I gotta get it, tell em I gotta get it
Tell him I gotta get it, he tryna run up digits
Writer: Willie Hall
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